TAKE THE HEAT [open, sick]

[Sel]

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sel

Go f**king figure that with Mettaton and Johnny getting sick, the bug would spread over to Sel. She did spend a lot of time around both of them, since one was her roommate and the other was basically her patient. Now the stubborn Warchief was marching out, her nose stuffy and red and her voice hoarse. She probably should rest up and have John do whatever work she needed done, but she was too stubborn to be stopped by a cold.

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/18/17]General:
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on situation
▪ Biological female | Identifies as female | She/Her
▪ 23 years | Birthday is 12/18 | Real Time Aging
▪ Warchief of the Badlands

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | No adopted kin
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Important Facts:
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as f**k, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none

Personality:
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— curious; friendly; bold; friendly; intelligent; brave; stubborn; competitive; flirty; sly and cunning; ambitious; wild; irresponsible; bossy; vain; arrogant/egotistical; cruel/sadistic; dark; deceptive

Interaction:
▪ Trained with knives and poisons | Medium physically | Hard mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission | Will kill/capture/maim with permission
▪ Prefers to fight with poisoned daggers | Relies largely on speed and agility
▪ To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] and attack in underlined #440349

Links:
— Bio v.1
— Bio v.2
— Plot v.1 (Badlands)
— Plot v.1 (TNW)
— Storage v.1[/spoiler]

[carlisle]

[align=center][div style="width:470px; text-align:left; margin-top:5px; color:#262626; font-size:9pt; text-align:justify; line-height:160%; color:black"]His optics caught sight of a familiar Warchief marching from her home and he couldn't help the glimmer of amusement that flashed over his features. She looked irritated and if Jack were closer to her, he'd probably stand up and poke some fun at her attitude. But as he walked towards her, his features softened ever-slightly. "You alright? Not lookin' too hot, there."

[spoiler=OLD SOLDIER — UPDATED JANUARY 30.]GENERAL —
★ jack morrison | soldier 76, morrison | cisgender male [ he/him ]
★ 48 years old physically & 20-something mentally | ages in real time
★ currently roaming as a loner | previously lived in st. peters
★ bisexual with a preference for men | dating nuit

APPEARANCE —
★ 6'2 | 235lbs
★ sandy blonde/gray hair | tired blue eyes
★ muscled & strong | body of a well-conditioned soldier
★ scarred & battered | commanding presence | fc: j.r. bourne

PERSONALITY —
★ [color=black]boring, but practical | deadpan snarker | grumpy old man | heroic self-deprication | jerk with a heart of gold | jack-of-all-trades | big brother instinct | team dad
★ protective | valiant | vaguely leaderly | determined
★ jaded | occasionally immature | dryly flirtatious | possessive | distrustful

INTERACTION —
★ hard - very hard physically | medium - sort of hard mentally | attack in #3D4871
★ weary of fighting, but is also an instigator | will fight back if attacked
★ can treat minor wounds | 10 years of military training | tactful in combat
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[Sylmae Winzor]

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Sylmae was drawn in by the sound of one voice only. At the sight of a rather sickly looking Sel, some worry spread over the girl's face and she tilted her head a bit, chewing at her bottom lip as she felt her puppy's head bump against her leg as Onyxia hung close to her and she stopped just shy of the older man that was also there and she stuffed her hands into the pockets of her leather jacket. "Should you uhm.. r-really be out and about if you're ah... sick? Y-you might get the uhm.. others sick.." Mae said quietly as she glanced down, unable to make eye contact with the woman. She was much too intimidating for that.

[spoiler=info | updated 2/1]
This Mae is Non-Related To The Cat Universe Mae
​
GENERAL:
· Sylmae Winzor | Syl - Mae - Sylbae
· Panromantic - Unknown Sexuality | Gender: ♀
· Birthday [02/20] | Age: 19 years old [possibly changing]
· Grunt of the Badlands
​
RELATIONSHIPS: [color=black]| ½ ⅓ ¼ ⅛
· Single | Unknowingly Looking | Crushes: None
· ½ Undecided Ship
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PHYSICALITY: [color=black]
★ FACE CLAIM: Nina Dobrev | health: 74% | Injured/Stab Wound
— Body: Slender, Toned, Lightly Muscled / Height: 5 foot 3 inches / Weight: 105 pounds
— Brunette Hair, Usually Curled, Down to Middle of Back
— Brown Eyes with Hints of Gold
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PERSONALITY: [color=black]
★ Mae is all around a kind person, but typically sticks to herself.
· Loner-esque qualities but will open up once she gets to know you
· Bubbly once she is comfortable with you
· Loves cuddling and reading, singing and dancing
· Terrified of sharks and thunderstorms and being abandoned [ironic]
​
EQUIPMENT: [color=black]
· protection: typically doesn't wear armor, just leather jacket
· weaponry: skilled with katana, prefers knives/swords
​
INTERACTION + COMBAT: [color=black]​
· Typically Non-violent
· Can powerplay peaceful or nonviolent actions.
· Attack in [color=teal]bold teal
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[Sel]

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sel

Sel's gaze slid over to Jack, and she raised an eyebrow. "I look f**king fabulous, thank you very much." Her voice was scratchy and obviously hoarse, but not even a sore throat was gonna stop her from her attitude. "But to answer your question, been better, been worse."

The Warchief then turned towards Sylmae, feeling chastised and thus irritated. "Only if they get close enough to get sick - and I been sticking to my lonesome." Until she was approached, at least.

[spoiler=Tags - Updated 2/27/17]General:
▪ Selena Felix | Sel or Lena depending on situation
▪ Biological female | Identifies as female | She/Her
▪ 23 years | Birthday is 12/18 | Real Time Aging
▪ Warchief of the Badlands

Relationships:
▪ Biromantic | Bisexual | Poly
▪ Single | Flirty
▪ Crushing on Blake
▪ Would hook up with almost anyone in Flirtlands
▪ Lives with Mettaton | Hired John as her manservant
▪ NPC x NPC | No adopted kin
▪ Generally very friendly but not easy to become close with; flirty and defiant; loyalty is hard-earned and easily betrayed

Important Facts:
▪ Trained medic but prefers the war and/or social branches.
▪ Usually untrustworthy, everything is calculated, ambitious as f**k, nefarious motivations.
▪ Opinions, motivations and ambition are Sel's and Sel's alone and are not shared by her roleplayer.

Physical:
★ HUMAN | health: 100%
— She's small, but not too small, about 5'4" or so. Slender and always moving, pretty blue-green eyes with a mischievous glint in them and you know she's gonna get you into trouble. Dark hair, no doubt dark thoughts as well. Red lips curve into a lazy grin that reveals white teeth - they won't stay pearly for much longer, though, as she's often seen smoking.
— major injuries: none
— minor injuries: none

Personality:
— Sel is a very bold, competitive and stubborn person, with a wild side that is shown frequently as well as flirtatious tendencies. She is easily bored and is always on the lookout for adventure, with a spark of curiosity that she hopes will lead to what she seeks: adventure and romance. She seems to not be a very serious person and would rather have fun than be productive, and failing entertainment she can be quite productive and get quite a bit done. She's loud and lacks discipline. While Sel is irresponsible (and oddly bossy) and wild, she is very family-oriented and loves her family dearly. She is usually a cheerful, friendly person but she definitely has a passion for the weird, dark and creepy. She is somewhat vain and egotistical. She has her secrets and one of them is her intelligence and ability to collect information; most dismiss her as a dumb party girl (or something like that) and that's part of her cover, she has her fair share of sins and has to have a way of hiding them, and because she is a good liar and good actress, she succeeds.
— curious; friendly; bold; friendly; intelligent; brave; observant; stubborn; competitive; flirty; sly and cunning; ambitious; wild; irresponsible; bossy; vain; arrogant/egotistical; cruel/sadistic; dark; deceptive

Interaction:
▪ Trained with knives and poisons | Medium physically | Hard mentally
▪ No kill/capture/maim without permission | Will kill/capture/maim with permission
▪ Prefers to fight with poisoned daggers | Relies largely on speed and agility
▪ To attack, [member=183]Sel[/member] and attack in underlined #440349

Links:
— Bio v.1
— Bio v.2
— Plot v.1 (Badlands)
— Plot v.1 (TNW)
— Storage v.1
— 100 Oneshots[/spoiler]

[BRUCE H]

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"Does everyone here have a shitty immune system?" Bruce's expression nears disgust when he gets close enough to glance at the group of three, whose focus seemed to be on Sel, or whatever her name had been. If that was her real name. Hell, he'd introduced himself as Win, it's not like he had any room to criticize. His features are cold in his amusement, the corner of his mouth lifting to a dangerous sort of smile. Perhaps living in the cold made things a bit easier on them, but nobody really got colds up there. Cold, yes. A stuffy nose, maybe. Maybe they were too fucking cold to get sick. Either way, he's not too fond of germs, funnily enough, and he sure as hell doesn't trust anyone here, so the young man keeps his distance, one hand on the strap that keeps his rifle on his shoulder. "Gargle with saltwater, I'm sure there's plenty of that lying around. Don't sneeze in anyone's direction." Or touch anyone or anything, but again — he's not gonna be getting close enough for that, so what does it matter?

[div style="background=; border:0;font-size: 9.6pt; text-align:justify; line-height: 1.2; width: 517px"][spoiler=I DON’T GET SURPRISED | INFORMATION; 02/25/2017]‣ Bruce Gideon Holloway / Usually Introduced as "Win" / Cisgender Male
‣ Gray-Biromantic Bisexual / 89% Monogamous / Possessive / Taken by Dick H.
‣ ½ Boysoldier [OTP] / Father & ⅙ of the Batfam [Dick, Dami, Cam, Meg, Stevie]
‣ Twenty-Four / Feb. 19 / NPC x NPC; Deceased / Brother to Jason / Son: Damian
‣ Resident: Flintlock Lodge / Currently: the Badlands / Biography / Pinterest Board
‣ Generally in a very bad place mentally and refuses to interact kindly with anyone.

‣ Important Tropes: Death Glare, Disapproving Look, & Faces Death with Dignity
‣ 6'3 & 180-200 lbs. | Muscular, solid build, well-defined but not overwhelmingly so.
‣ Slightly wavy hair, between dark brown and soft black. Shorter on the sides; messy.
‣ Pale steely blue eyes. | Usually scowling or at least looking unhappy. Rarely smiles.
‣ Warm, formerly tanned skin, lightly freckled from sun exposure. Paler with the cold.
‣ Wears layers. Achromatic undershirts, long sleeved overshirt, hoodie or field jacket.
‣ Constantly wearing a black promise ring on the ring finger of his left hand. Reference.
‣ Carries a Bolt-Action Sniper Rifle | Remington M40 | Uses .308 Winchester Cartridges

‣ HEAVILY INJURED & STRUGGLING TO RECOVER; STUCK IN THE BADLANDS.
‣ Various cuts and bruises over his torso, mostly the front. Mostly stitched and healing.
‣ One long cut across his left thigh, not stitched and more recent than the other ones.
‣ Broken and bruised ribs, spiral fracture in his left arm. Growing bruise on right cheek.

‣ [b]ATTITUDE / Broken Ace / Friend to Children / Deadpan Snarker / Defiant to the End
‣ Abrasive and domineering, tends to dislike taking orders from anyone he doesn't trust.
‣ Disciplined, seems calm. Can sometimes seem blank or may hyperfocus on one thing.
‣ Oddly gentle, particularly with young kids who have been through some sort of trauma.
‣ Borderline playful with people that he actually likes; tends to smile only around them.
‣ Measured, collected, steady. Holds himself and those around him to high standards.
‣ Would die for a stranger, but particularly overprotective of his family and close friends.
‣ Can be incredibly charismatic when he needs to be. Typically can't hold a conversation.